Shield and Portion (Scripture-Infused Spoken Word)

Every word of God—refined like silver,  

Not one tarnished, not one wasted.  

He is my shield, my refuge,  

When the world spins loud and truth feels faded.

Do not add, do not twist—  

His Word stands firm and unshaken, 

Kissed by fire and time and holy breath.  

To tamper is to lie, to drift toward death.

So I ask, not for riches, not for fame,  

But for truth that bears no shame.  

Keep deception far from me,  

Let my heart walk in integrity.

Give me neither poverty nor gold,  

Just the portion my hands can hold.  

Not too much that I forget Your name,  

Not too little that I steal in shame.

Feed me, Lord, with daily bread—  

Enough to live, enough to be led.  

So I won’t say, “Who is the Lord?” in pride,  

Nor profane Your name when needs collide.

Let my legacy be this:  

A life not measured by excess,  

But by trust, by truth, by holy ground—  

Where Your Word is tested, and grace is found.